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it was something about the way you held yourself (an oldie)

 
remembering the stuff you said  
it mentioned fucking something to feel alive  
 
there was a void, a place of imploding ribs  
an echo of desire all more than breath  
more than air  
more simplistic and classy  
than I find myself  
 
maybe you were a place of dreams  
that wandered too far  
we are imaginations' favourite network  
I miss your powerful impression  
[do you know how rare it is for me to admit that?]  
 
you stop by at times, but only quietly  
we die beyond the lens  
while living for what might be
Written by Magdalena (Spartalena)
Published | Edited 20th Jun 2022
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A little edit of the original.
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